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Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Shedding Its Own Light

 
Those April showers
Alleged to come my way
Arrived in mid-May.
 
 In the gray morning,
Talking downstairs with Erin
Makes me feel less gray.
Early morning mist
Shrouds the distant mountain tops;
Two birds guard the wire.
Pink cloud in the mist:
Flower peeks out from the bush,
Shedding its own light.
Waterfall crashing
Just off the side of the road
Makes bubbled music.







Hanging by itself,
Dead leaf refuses to fall;
No one pushes it.
Sun breaking slowly
Coaxes its light to the road.
Tree drops fall on me.
Subaru passes;
I wave to windshield statue.
(That's all who I know.)

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